Page 60 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

The cop opened up his notebook, scribbled down his details and handed them to Logan. To his credit, Logan didn’t screw up the paper like most would have, folding it into his hand instead.

He was able to hide his contempt well.

There was nothing in his eyes or his expression that revealed how he felt about him, but it was just something about his demeanor, the very energy pouring off him that told Jane how much he resented being put into this position.

And it was all her fault.

Great way to repay him for all of his kindness.

“I think that’s all for now. See that you don’t drive without a licence again. You won’t get this lucky, twice.”

He got into his car, leaned out of the window, grabbed Logan’s hand and started pumping up and down.

“Mr. Steel, it was truly great to meet you. Thank you again. My wife won’t believe me when I tell her what just happened.”

Logan extracted his hand, surreptitiously wiping it on his pants, but the cop had turned away. Sticking a hand outside the window, he waved and left.

The silence between them was as wide as a gulf.

Feeling awful about what had just taken place, Jane reached out to him.

“You didn’t need to do that. You should have let him arrest me. I did commit a crime after all.”

The words stuck to her tongue. She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been, and that this was the result.

Why was she so dumb?

Logan stared at her with a strange expression.

“I don’t think jail is a suitable course of action.”

He was being kind, but Jane knew she didn’t deserve his kindness.

“I can’t believe you’ll have to pay for my mistake.”

He laughed a laugh as bitter as a lemon peel.

“This is LA. This is how things work around here. Nobody does what’s right. Every one does what benefits them.”

The words had barely left his mouth when a flashbulb popped in their faces, blinding them. Jane shrank back as black spots danced in her eyes.

“What the hell…?” Logan spun around, searching for the culprit as more flashes popped, followed by the sound of a camera clicking.

A low growl rumbled out of Logan as he spotted the paparazzi hanging out of his jeep behind them; he must have followed him from the movie set.

“Come on!” Logan yelled. “Can’t I get one moment of peace?”

The photographer, a normal-looking man in his forties with a balding head and round face, shot him an apologetic smile. “Sorry Logan, it’s just my job.”

“Then you should get a new one. One that doesn’t piss people off so much.”

The man shrugged, set his camera down and drove off. Jane attempted to break the sudden silence his absence had caused.

“Are you going back… to the set?”

“Yes.”

She tried not to flinch at the anger in his voice, knowing she deserved worse.

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